Mad Concubine Proud of the World: Your Highness is the most beloved

Chapter 92
With Xia Ningxi's apology, everyone in the Qiushui Pavilion knelt down in fear, too frightened to lift their heads.

Yu Xuanzhen frowned, and then said with a smile: "Did Gu tell you to salute? Since Gu has handed over the East Palace to you, it is your business. Gu will not interfere or ask. It's just that I suddenly heard that the emperor Uncle is here, so I rushed to take a look."

After a pause, Yu Xuanzhen raised his hand to signal everyone to get up, then turned his head to look at Yu Chengchi, held Xia Ningxi's hand and walked down with a smile, and said softly as he walked, "Ning'er, since you entered the palace, you still have to wait for me." I have never met the Thirteenth Emperor's Uncle. When we meet in the future, you can also call him Emperor's Uncle."

Xia Ningxi maintained a calm smile on her face, but she was slandering in her heart: Yu Xuanzhen, you are really good at talking, you can even plot against your own uncle.

Yu Shengchi's originally calm expression was disintegrated in an instant, and he gasped and looked at the two people who were approaching.

Xia Ningxi lowered her eyes slightly, leaned slightly, and called politely: "The Thirteenth Emperor..."

Before the words finished, Yu Shengchi cleared his throat quickly, smiled stiffly and said: "This king suddenly remembered that there are still things to deal with, so I won't stay here any longer." After speaking, he turned around and left in a hurry.

"Uncle Huang, go slowly." Yu Xuanzhen smiled deeply and indifferently, and Xia Ningxi was terrified when she saw it.

Looking back, Yu Xuanzhen looked down at her, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xia Ningxi's eyes were not friendly, and she chuckled: "You will really embarrass your own uncle."

"Gu just reminded him that you are now Gu's princess."

Yu Xuanzhen spoke casually, let go of her hand, brushed the little grape on her shoulder, and said gently: "Little Putao, take care of your master, don't let her be missed by others."

Little Putao nodded solemnly, and quickly jumped onto Xia Ningxi's shoulder.

Only then did Yu Xuanzhen feel relieved, and said to Chi Hai who was following him: "It's almost noon, you go and arrange it, and the lunch of the crown princess and the lunches of the side concubines will be sent to Qiushui together Court."

"Yes." The corner of Chi Hai's mouth twitched, and he took a peek at the chaotic Qiushui Pavilion, really... speechless.

Yu Xuanzhen stopped talking, turned around, and Shi Shiran left.

"Congratulations to Your Highness." Xia Ningxi smiled unnaturally, lowered her head slightly, watched Yu Xuanzhen's bright yellow clothes disappear into the Qiushui Pavilion garden, and then let out a foul breath.

Walking back to Baoxia and looking at the dumbfounded sisters, she waved her hand proudly and said: "Sisters, keep going, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has allowed us to play, so there is nothing to worry about."

All the palace people and side concubines were nervous at first, but after hearing Xia Ningxi's words, they suddenly relaxed again. The Qiushui Pavilion, which had been silent for only a moment, became lively again, with the sounds of mahjong rubbing and shouting overlapping.

Xia Ningxi sat down contentedly at the side, her eyes fell on her sleeves, and Yu Xuanzhen's gentle and serious attitude of pulling back her sleeves just now popped up in her mind, she pursed her lips, and calmed down rarely .

Back at Prince Cheng's Mansion, Yu Shengchi hurried back to the study room, and asked Wu Yi who was following him with a gloomy face, "What's going on? It stands to reason that if the prince has been poisoned by a demon, his body must be weak now. Why would he be a little weak?" Nothing!"

Wu Yi frowned, and said in a low voice: "But the people arranged in the palace sent back news that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been drinking that medicine."

"This Yu Xuanzhen is not as easy to deal with as imagined."

Clenching his fingers tightly, Yu Shengchi walked to the study and sat down, flicking his clothes and sitting down, his eyes slightly raised, "Order, all plans are stopped, this king wants the prince's attention to be diverted to other places."

Wu Yi frowned, and guessed: "Wang Ye means...the Seventh Prince?"

Yu Shengchi sneered and nodded slowly.

"Your subordinate will do it now." Wu Yi responded immediately, turned around and left.

As Wu Yi walked away, Uncle Wu, the housekeeper of the palace, lowered his head and entered the study room. Yu Shengchi spread out a book and flipped through it leisurely, without raising his eyelids, he asked softly, "But what's the matter?"

Uncle Wu looked puzzled, rubbed his hands together and said, "My lord, Miss Xia has been waiting for you outside the gate of the mansion for five or six days, why don't you go see me!"

"It's been five or six days."

Yu Shengchi put down the book, and breathed out thoughtfully: "In that case, please go to Baoxia, and I will wait for her in Baoxia."

Uncle Wu, who had been worrying about this matter for five or six days, finally heaved a sigh of relief, quickly responded, and turned around to ask Xia Muyao to come in at the gate of the mansion.

Yu Shengchi stood up with a flick of his sleeves, and smiled coldly: "Xia Muyao, you have waited for five or six days, I'm afraid, it's not just as simple as saying a few words of apology to the king." Squinting his eyes slightly, he turned and left the study.

At the gate of the mansion, after hearing what the butler said, Xia Muyao smiled slightly and got out of the carriage, followed the butler into the palace, and went all the way to the back garden along the nine-curved corridor.

At that time, roses were in full bloom, and the pagodas in the back garden were covered with roses of various colors. Yu Shengchi sat alone at the table, holding a celadon teacup between his slender and clean fingers, and only a maid guarded him.

Xia Muyao followed the steward and led her to Yu Chengchi, and before Yu Shengchi could speak, she knelt down and said in awe and fear, "Mu Yao came today to plead guilty to the lord, and Mu Yao feels guilty, she really shouldn't let Ning Xi replace me Marry into the East Palace."

Yu Shengchi's expression was cold, his eyes fell on the flower vines outside Baoxia, and said: "It's just a woman, do you really think this king will care?"

Xia Muyao pursed her lips and took a deep breath: "Since the lord doesn't care, why haven't you seen Mu Yao for so many days? Even if the lord doesn't like Mu Yao, what if there are one more woman in the palace and one less woman? The lord has only married one woman for so many years. Concubine, I have never married a concubine, so why?"

Xia Muyao is well-versed, and has never said such a bold word. Yu Chengchi's eyes darkened, and he turned his head to look at her slowly, and said coldly: "Xia Muyao, why do you question this king?"

"Mu Yao is not asking questions, but just wants to ask the prince for the position of side concubine. Mu Yao, in the name of side concubine, is willing to stay by the prince's side for the rest of her life."

Xia Muyao suddenly raised her eyes, fixedly looking at Yu Chengchi: "Your lord has never tried before, how can you know that you won't fall in love with Mu Yao? Perhaps, I have known you for eight years, but your lord has never really understood me."

Yu Shengchi's fingers holding the teacup gradually tightened, staring at Xia Muyao's eyes in disbelief.How could this normally proud and reserved Miss Xiahou's concubine suddenly beg him for the position of side concubine regardless of her status or reserve?Could it be because of jealousy towards Xia Ningxi?
However, no matter what the reason was, he felt that there was no need for him to refuse. After all, what he wanted was the secret support of the forces of the Xiahou Mansion.Now, only by marrying Xia Muyao is it possible to win over Xiahou.

There was an oppressive silence in the mansion, Yu Shengchi didn't speak for a long time, and Xia Muyao didn't dare to speak, but just looked at him eagerly, no longer the softness of the past, but more tenacious and stubborn.

Yu Shengchi shook his head suddenly, the teacup in his hand cracked and shattered, piercing his finger in an instant.

(End of this chapter)